Cangming Sword Video Recording

The wind was like a knife, and the broken snow was like salt, lashing against Ling Jin's exposed skin. The old scar on his brow bone ached in the cold, like a frozen snake coiled on his forehead. The handle of the knife wrapped in coarse cloth around his waist was his only warmth, carrying his master's dying instructions and the Ling family's unknown secrets. Until the sound of gold and iron was heard in the wind and snow, and a cynical figure crashed into his destiny—— "Hey, there is a fee to watch the show!" The gears of fate turn silently on the snowy field. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.